After being read, the fake daughter became the group's favorite

"Ding Dong"

Gu Lin stood in front of Shen Huaichu's villa and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a few minutes, no one opened the door, so Gu Lin entered the password and went in.

"Brother?" No one responded. Gu Lin leaned over to look inside and closed the door.

When I walked into the living room, Shen Huaichu was lying on the sofa with a slightly frown on his face.

Gu Lin was a little anxious. He walked up quickly and touched Shen Huaichu's forehead. The person lying there said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Gu Lin breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand. He thought his brother had fallen ill and fainted due to the racing incident.

"I thought something was wrong with you. No one answered the phone and no one opened the door when I rang the doorbell."

Shen Huaichu slowly opened his eyes, pressed his temples with his fingers and slowly stood up, looking as if he had not rested very well.

Gu Lin was still a little worried, "Brother, are you okay?"

Shen Huaichu got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and drank it. "Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

Gu Lin: Isn’t your standard for being fine a little too low?

But since Shen Huaichu said it was okay, Gu Lin didn't ask any more questions and just sat down on the sofa.

"Look, if you don't like it, why do you still want to watch it? Aren't you just making things difficult for yourself?"

Shen Huaichu seemed nonchalant, but in fact his head was still throbbing with pain. He shook his head slightly and lay back on the sofa, "Go and broaden your horizons."

Gu Lin curled his lips and complained in a low voice: "Who are you kidding!" Did you really think he didn't know where Shen Huaichu was going?

After hearing Gu Lin's words, Shen Huaichu didn't say anything. He still lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gu Lin was a little worried about Shen Huaichu's condition, "Brother, why don't you go home and stay for a few days."

"Don't go."

Shen Tu would notice his current state at a glance.

As expected, he was rejected. Gu Lin felt helpless and powerless. "How about I ask your aunt to come and take care of you?"

Shen Huaichu still had his eyes closed, but his voice was a little colder, "Gu Lin, are you threatening me?"

Gu Lin leaned against the sofa in frustration, "This is not a threat, my brother. I am worried that you, a middle-aged CEO living alone, will get sick at home and no one will take care of you!"

There was no one else at home, and if he fainted, there wouldn't even be anyone to call an ambulance.

Shen Huaichu closed his eyes again and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will call 120."

Is this something reassuring?

"How can you call 120 if you faint?"

Shen Huaichu's tone remained calm, "Someone will clean the villa every day. As long as I don't faint in the corner on purpose, I will definitely be discovered."

Gu Lin: I was just about to say that even if you clean up, there will be people who won’t see it…

"I have a physical checkup every year, and I don't have any sudden illness. Even if I fainted for a whole day, I can still be saved."

Gu Lin stared at him in a daze, unable to believe that someone could talk about such a thing so calmly.

Shen Huaichu's aunt, his mother, should really be asked to come and hear how detailed and meticulous a plan her nephew has made in order to survive.

……

Wangjia

Wang He put the document down. The wrinkles on his face became more obvious under the flickering light, but his eyes were full of severity.

"Hasn't your plan started yet?"

Wang Boqi stood in front of him, his eyes flickering with anxiety, and he lowered his head slightly, "I haven't found a good opportunity yet."

After Jing Yi finished the variety show, he has been living a life of going back and forth between home and home. Even at the racetrack, he is practicing driving like crazy.

His father's face became even gloomier. "When is the right time? When Jing Yi becomes more popular and makes Heng Jing more famous?"

Recently, Jing Yi has been on the hot search again, which has also increased the popularity of the Jing family and Heng Jing, while his son only has an empty plan.

Wang Boqi felt the pressure from Wang He and bowed his head respectfully and replied: "I have already investigated it and will start taking action in the next few days."

"Are you sure your plan will succeed?" Wang He's eyes were full of doubt and disappointment. "Jing Yi is just a fake daughter. Instead of wasting time on her, why don't you go directly to deal with Jing Zeyou?"

For many years, Jing Beicheng and Jing Zeyou had been on high alert, and he had not been able to influence Heng Jing at all. He had placed his hopes on his son, but what he got in return was only greater disappointment.

"Not only can you not deal with Jing Zeyou now, you can't even deal with Jing Zeqian..."

Wang He's words made Wang Boqi's face pale. His eyes were filled with anger and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

Perhaps it was the repeated blows from his father that caused Wang Boqi to feel so dissatisfied.

"Father, weren't you no match for Jing Beicheng? Otherwise, you wouldn't have attacked a three-year-old girl back then..."

"Bastard!"

Wang Boqi's voice was full of sarcasm. Wang He's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He seemed to be angered by his son's words and threw the folder in his hand over.

Wang Boqi did not dodge but took it head on. The folder hit his forehead and left a bloody mark, which showed how much strength Wang He used.

Wang He's sinister gaze was particularly frightening, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if even the air had become heavy.

Back then, his methods were indeed not very brilliant. Seeing that Hengjing of the Jing family was gradually taking the top position in Jiangbei, Wang He was unwilling to accept this and started to have an idea.

That day, three-year-old Jing Zejun went out for a walk with Old Madam Jing, which gave Wang He, who had been monitoring the Jing family, an opportunity.

Madam Jing was very cautious. Even when she went to the bathroom, she still took her granddaughter in.

The people arranged by Wang He sneaked in and quickly knocked the three-year-old Jing Zejun unconscious and took him away.

However, Jing Zejun was really a lucky man. Wang He had originally planned to take someone away and resettle him first, and then use him to threaten Jing Beicheng, but he was intercepted halfway.

Jingzejun also entered an orphanage because of this.

"When did you know that?" Wang He tried to calm himself, but there was still a hint of anger in his eyes. This was a challenge to his authority by his son.

"When I was little, I heard you making a phone call in the study."

Wang He thought he was the only one who knew about this matter, but he never expected that Wang Boqi, who was nine years old at the time, heard him making the call and wrote down the whole thing.

Now you're using this matter to mock him!

Wang Boqi stood there with his head lowered, seemingly respectful, but in fact the mockery in his eyes had not faded.

He knew that his father had always disliked him using women as a means, but in Wang Boqi's view, that was his weapon, a weapon that could deliver a fatal blow.

Once Jing Yi turns against him, the Jing family will be in danger.

Moreover, using a three-year-old girl as a bargaining chip? His father's methods were not fair and aboveboard.

They really are father and son, no different.

"I don't care what method you use. If I don't see any results, I should consider whether your current position in the company is suitable."

Wang He looked up at Wang Boqi with an impatient look, wanting to end the conversation with his son as soon as possible.

"Yes." Wang Boqi said in a low voice, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm.